Really glad rags

There on the kitchen counter was a new package of soft and pretty cloth squares in pastel colors-----green, blue, pink, yellow. I assumed they were face cloths until someone far more knowledgeable than I told me they were cleaning rags, bought for that purpose. Now I'm not a cleaning expert but I know what dustrags are and where they come from. They are torn-up tee shirts, old towels cut into pieces, worn out washcloths, flannel nightgowns that have seen better days, even packs of industrial-looking cloths if you run out of household rags. But packs of new and delicately hemmed soft terry cloth fabric squares freshly used to clean up dirt and grime signals to me the decline of civilization as we knew it. Are we, in cleaning up after ourselves, so out of touch with real life that we have to buy sterile rags to handle the mess we make? Wrapping our garbage in attractive packages does not make it any less garbage. I can see fine cleaning cloths for valued antiques or collectibles, but regular household cleaning should not require that we buy pretty little cloths. There is some form of denial involved here that I can't fully articulate at this hour. I just know it's wrong.